Jumper: 10 Seconds or Less (a bad boy romance) (North Side Kings Book Book 3) Read online

  Paige took a taste of her soup and her mouth exploded with flavors.

  “Oh my God, this is amazing!” She said.

  She took another taste as her eyes rolled into her head.

  “Jacques has catered for me many times. He is one of the best Chefs in LA. And yes, his food is amazing!” Dean explained.

  “Ok, so how do you get one of the best chef’s in town to do a private catering job for you? I am sure he has his own restaurant.” She asked.

  “Four of them actually. And all of them are either two or three-star Michelin grade.” He answered. “Everyone is for hire, for the right price!” he added with a wry grin.

  “I am still in shock that you have gone through this amount of trouble for little ol’ me!” she said. “There has to be more to this date than a good first impression.” she added.

  “I have been single for a long time. I would like to change that, and from what I have heard from Brooke, she raves about you and what a wonderful person you are.” he said sincerity filled his eyes. “So I figured I would show you a glimpse of who I am, and hopefully you like what you see.” He added.

  “You get full marks on first impressions!” she said smiling.

  She found herself relaxing as she looked into his eyes. The date was unique but so intimate. He was devilishly handsome, and very kind and calm when speaking to her. She was starting to admit to herself this was turning out far better than she had expected it would.

  “So tell me more about you?” She asked.

  “Well, I’m 25, single, no kids. I build high rises and skyscrapers. For fun, I like to skydive and go rock climbing.” He started to explain.

  “Oh crazy! Sky diving, I’ve always thought it could be fun, but I’m way to chicken.” she interrupted.

  “You’ve thought about sky diving before? Wow!” he said.

  “Sorry, I cut you off. What else?” she added blushing from her outburst.

  “I am best friends with Ethan, Hunter and the crew. They are the racing duo. I’ve been part of the crew for quite a few years now.” He explained.

  “You don’t drive? Figured a thrill seeker such as yourself would want to race.” She said as she took her first sip of wine. “Wow! That wine is spectacular!” she added.

  “I don’t know anything about wine. I know Jacques has impeccable taste and everything he selects for me I like.” He said. “As for racing. I can drive, in fact, I have been known to beat both Hunter and Ethan in a friendly race from time to time. But I won’t race for money.” He said.

  “Why is that?” she questioned.

  “That’s not my thrill. Ethan and Hunter love it. They crave it, live for it. I prefer to be in control, I manage a lot of their escapes and diversions.” He said.

  “So not a risk taker?” she asked.

  “I don’t mind taking risks. But I like being in control of most, if not all, the variables. Planning and strategy is my thing.” He said.

  “If you are in control, how is that a risk then?” she asked with a puzzled look on her face.

  “Exactly!” he said confidently as he smiled at her.

  Paige finished her soup and had another sip of wine.

  “And what about you? You’re beautiful! What are your dreams and goals?” he asked.

  “Thank you.” Said Paige as she blushed. “I’m a hairstylist. I rent a chair currently at a salon not too far from here actually. I moved here with Brooke a little while ago to escape Odessa. She was starting over after her boyfriend cheated and I was escaping my control driven mother. She controlled every aspect of my life.” She said as Dean watched her smile fade away.

  “That must have been difficult.” He said giving her a minute to be alone with her thoughts.

  “It was, and it wasn’t.” She said softly.

  “What about your father?” Asked Dean.

  “Dad was nice enough, but never stood up to mom. She controlled him worse than she controlled me. He never had a backbone and I could not count on him for anything as mom controlled the house.” She replied looking to the side almost afraid to look him in the eyes for fear of crying as her past was revealed.

  “I’m sorry. Topic change. How about hobbies?” he asked cheerfully, hoping this would bring a happy conversation to the table.

  “I love to paint and draw!” she said as he watched her face brighten up in front of his eyes.

  “One day I would love to own an art gallery or a studio or something.” She said.

  “That is a fantastic dream!” he said. “And I sense you are driven enough that you will make that a reality!” he said.

  Jacques returned to their table with another person by his side. The person with him cleared the soup bowls away and Jacques replaced them with salad.

  “And for our salad, I have prepared a Caesar salad for you. Please enjoy as I will now start on the main course.” He said.

  Jacques disappeared again.

  “I would love to see your work one day.” He said continuing his interest in her hobby.

  “Oh, I have lots of paintings. Hundreds, I can absolutely show you some.” She said smiling as his interest in her work seemed legitimate.

  “Never know, maybe you would like some for the main entrance of this building.” She said with a smile, but suddenly thought she may have overstepped a line and was worried about what she just said.

  “I mean, I didn’t notice painting or art or,” she stumbled trying to find words that would explain what she was thinking.

  Dean waved his hand back and forth.

  “It’s ok. Paintings and artwork are not normally fitted to my structures until all the construction is complete and we do a final cleaning. This way we don’t have to clean the art and accent pieces before we open.” He answered, a kind and understanding expression on his face.

  “I’m sorry, I sometimes speak before thinking.” She said shyly.

  “No, it’s ok. And I would love to look at your work and consider it for my buildings. God knows I spend a fortune on art for my buildings.” He said.

  “That would be amazing!” she replied.

  They finished their salad and Jacques appeared once again.

  “We are just about ready for the main course.” He said. “Shall I bring another bottle of wine?” he asked Dean as he poured the last of the bottle into their wine glasses.

  “Jacques, why do you ask questions in which you know the answer?” Said Dean with a chuckle in his voice.

  “Of course, Sir. Allow me to bring another bottle, and then your entre will be served!” he said.

  Jacques disappeared and a moment later returned with another bottle of red wine.

  He opened it and left it on the table to breathe.

  “So if you are not into racing, what do you do as part of the crew?” she asked.

  “I’m the brains. King of diversions. I study the course outline. The last third of the race is always through the city. Which will be crawling with cops and their special street racing division. Every race someone, if not multiple drivers get tailed by the cops. It’s my job to find the route to take where we have diversions and roadblocks set up. Could be down a back ally where as soon as the driver passes a certain point, a garbage truck pulls out to make the cops stop. Or it might be an abandoned road where we can take out the tires of the cop’s cars and immobilize them. I make sure we have at least a dozen escape routes planned, where we can ditch a cop or two if need be.” He explained.

  “Wow, that sounds like a pretty serious job!” she said.

  “It is. And I am the best out of all the crews. I’m the reason Hunter and Ethan win so many races.” He added.

  Jacques returned with his helper. The salad plates were removed as he placed the entre in front of both of them.

  “Tonight, I have prepared for your enjoyment, Beef Wellington, with a Red Wine Risotto, and a side of Broccoli. Please enjoy!” said Jacques.

  Jacques left once again. Paige cut into her beef and had a taste. She moaned out l
oud as again her taste buds exploded.

  “This has to be the most amazing meal I have ever had in my life! Thank you for all this effort!” she said.

  “Jacques is a miracle worker. I am glad you approve!” he said.

  “Do you eat like this every day?” She asked.

  “I eat at fine restaurants frequently, yes.” he replied smiling at her.

  “I could get used to that.” She said. “I mean. God! Sorry! Brain not in gear first.” She said as he watched her blush.

  Dean let out a hearty chuckle.

  “Sounds to me like I may just get a second date!” he said still laughing.

  “The possibility is definitely there!” She said smiling at him, unknowing what other answer there could be.

  They ate their dinner and drank wine. Jacques came back and filled their glasses one more time.

  “And may I ask how you are enjoying your meals?” he said.

  “Jacques, this is honestly the best food I have had in my life!” said Paige.

  “M’lady, you are far too kind. I am flattered by your words. Thank you!” He said to her in his heavy accent as he placed his right hand on his heart again.

  Paige could see Jacques’s passion for food. He lived to cook. He lived to feed people the absolute best food he could create, and their supportive remarks on a job well done was worth more to him than the paycheck.

  “Jacques, you have excelled at new levels, my friend. This meal is simply out of this world! The meat is cooked to absolute perfection, the Risotto is a masterpiece. Bravo!” said Dean as he too was impressed with the perfectly cooked meal.

  Jacques had a grin on his face from ear to ear.

  “Thank you!” he said with his hands clasped together. “I will be back once you are done with your dessert.” He said as he walked away.

  Paige continued eating her meal as she looked over to Dean and smiled. Comfort had set in and she felt a connection to him. He had long completed her basic checklist for being someone she would be interested in dating. The normal good looking, charming, has a car, a job, and actually put effort into a date were all checked off the list.

  They finished their meals, and once again Jacques arrived with perfect timing. His helper removed their dishes as Jacques placed desert before them.

  “And finally my lovelies, I have prepared for you a Crème Brulee. Please enjoy!” he said.

  Once again Jacques disappeared.

  “Crème Brulee is my favorite dessert! How did you know?” she asked.

  “I will confess, I may have asked Brooke what your favorite dessert was.” He said as he looked to his desert and chuckled.

  “Cheater!” she said laughing with him.

  The wine had kicked in, the meal was beyond perfect, and the skyline on the 14th floor was perfect as the sun was starting to set as the candles took over for the perfect mood lighting.

  Just as they finished their desert Jacques appeared with his helper. They together collected the plates and cleaned off the table, leaving only the wine, their wine glasses and the candles.

  “Will there be anything else you require, Sir?” Jacques asked Dean.

  “No, thank you! You’ve been beyond spectacular tonight. I appreciate your efforts!” said Dean.

  “It’s been an absolute pleasure. Until we meet again, Adieu!” replied Jacques as he disappeared for the final time.

  Dean stood up with his wine in hand.

  “Come with me!” he said as he extended his hand to her.

  Paige got up and took his hand.

  “Bring your wine!” he said.

  Paige grabbed her wine as they walked across the open floor to the side of the building where the windows were installed.

  “The view up here is magnificent. And it will be even better once the building is done.” He said.

  Paige looked out over the lights of Los Angeles as the sun had almost set and the sky was a deep navy blue.

  “It’s gorgeous!” she said admiring the peace and serenity of the moment. “I would love to paint this.” She added.

  “Well, maybe on date two we can come back and I can watch you paint!” he said with a laugh.

  “That would not be much of a date. I mean, fun for me, but you would be bored!” she said.

  His eyes met hers. Complete silence filled the vast open area. Dean pulled her closer to him slowly. Their lips met for a soft, tender kiss. Moments later their tongues met and played for the first time. Lust quickly ignited as their kiss turned to passion.

  They each wrapped their one arm around the other as they held on to their wine. Dean broke the kiss and took her wine glass from her. He placed both wine glasses carefully on the floor and stood up and kissed her again. Much more passionately as both arms wrapped around her body. He pulled her close to him and kissed her hard and deep.

  His tongue exploring every inch of her mouth as he heard a faint moan escape her. Paige wrapped her arms around him and held him tight. She loved the feeling of his hard body pressed tight to hers. The more he kissed her the more she wanted. She felt his hands reach down to her ass as he pulled her tight against his body.

  She could feel his hardness through his suit pants and she started getting wet. Her body ached for him even though her mind was screaming to slow it down, her body refused to listen.

  Dean lifted her form-fitting skirt up until it was wrapped around her waist. He pushed her against the window as his hand reached between her legs and rubbed her clit over her panties. He could feel the heat radiating from her center as she moaned louder this time.

  “Wait, please.” moaned Paige as she slowly pulled away from him. “What’s wrong darling?” asked Dean concerned. “I need to tell you something, I’m a virgin, so I don’t know what I’m doing.” said Paige, concern in her eyes.

  Dean smiled at her that made him want her even more. “You saved yourself just for me?” he said with a pleased grin on his face, he gently reached for her face and tilted her chin. Softly kissing her mouth. Paige began to moan, she couldn’t stop herself, her knees were weak. “Yes! I’m all yours. I hope that’s okay that I’m not experienced.” She said softly.

  Still slowly kissing her as she moaned, “That’s perfect, my princess.”

  He pushed her panties aside and she felt two of his fingers gently slide up her entrance. Her legs became weak as his fingers gently slide inside of her body. He could feel her body shaking, her legs weak from his touches. She gasped and he smiled approvingly, she was indeed a virgin. His forever, his to breed, and take.

  He wrapped two fingers around her panties and gave them a hard pull. They slid down her legs and quickly fell to the floor. Her hand grabbed for his cock over his suit pants. She fumbled to unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. His pants fell to his ankles as he stepped out of them.

  The kiss growing more lustful and heated. Her hand reaching into his silk blue boxers as she felt his throbbing cock. She stroked it instinctively, as his fingers returned to her creamy center. She moaned again. Her body could not handle anymore. “I want you so bad. Please! Take me!” she moaned loudly. “Your sure, I want you to be all mine forever. Tell me your mine. Tell me I’m your King.” He commanded, while he kept his fingers deep inside of her. “I’m yours, please!” he smiled, “And?” kissing her throat, and around to her ear. “My King!”

  Dean spun her around, her hands flat on the window as she bent over for him. She spread her legs wide as Dean slid his boxers off. His rock hard cock found her tight little entrance. “Dam your perfect, every inch of you. So tight, and all mine.” He gently worked himself into her body. Inch by inch deeper into her with every thrust, until he worked himself up to her hymen. She gasped and he spoke to her, “It’ll just hurt for a moment then, only pleasure my darling.” With one hard thrust he pushed through, claiming her as his and only his.

  She moaned loudly as she felt his rock hard cock start to pump into her body deep and fast. Dean grabbed her hips tight as he used them for leverage to
fuck her harder. “YES!” She screamed. “HARDER!” she pleaded. Dean began pounding her with all his strength. She looked out over the cities scenic skyline as she felt his manhood filling her completely over and over again.

  Her pussy was dripping wet. Her juices flowing readily and dripping from her body as he fucked her. She could hold back no longer as she cried out “I’m going to come, oh yes!”

  Then she came hard on his cock. Her legs shaking as she had a hard time not collapsing from her intense orgasm.

  Dean grabbed her hips harder, his fingers digging into her skin as he thrust himself one more time deep into her body as she felt the throb of his dick shooting his load deep into her body. He stood there, motionless as his cock pulsated inside her body, filling her completely with his come.

  Once his orgasm subsided, he let his dick slide out of her tight chasm. She turned slowly to face him and wrapped her arms around his neck. They were both panting heavily, desperately trying to catch their breath.

  “So does this mean you have decided to give me a second date?” he said with a grin as he was still catching his breath.

  “Yes! Definitely, many more dates.” she said, as she gazed into his eyes.

  Dean kissed her again, softly. They held each other in the middle of the large open space, both naked from the waist down, kissing each other like it was their last kiss they would ever share.

  Eventually, Dean broke the kiss.

  “I guess I should get you home. I can’t wait to see you again. Would you like to come to the race tomorrow night?” he said.

  “Sure! I know Brooke is going, so why not?” she said excitedly.

  Chapter 4 – Saturday night race

  Dean picked up Paige at 11 PM. They drove to the old abandoned shipping yards and joined Liam who was already there with some friends waiting for the others to arrive.

  They stepped out of his truck and joined the conversation. A few moments later Ethan and Brooke showed up.

  Brooke walked over to Paige and gave her a big hug.

  “I take it the date went well?” she said smiling.

  Brooke was working when Paige was returned home last night, and Paige left the apartment long before Brooke woke up. This was the first time they had seen each other since last night’s date.